It's actually more like day 18 for those of you who may be more nit-picky, but for the purposes of this here weekly log, it is without a doubt day one. Today was a lovely Monday as always, we shuffled one by one into class, groaning and rubbing the immense dark black circles under our sleepy eyes, wishing we were asleep, or that we had caffeine, or that we were at least dead. Yeah. School. Of course, this was all until Mr. Masson's luscious voice rang throughout the classroom, and, while wearing a rather nice light blue polo shirt that went staggeringly well with his eyes, directed us into our earth-shattering archetype project. Archetypes pretty much just mean that for over 6000 years, the human race has only been able to come up with one story, and a handful of the same characters. So we recycle them again, and again, every time following the same basic plot-line, yet we still manage to be surprised by how these movies or stories or what-not turn out. So basically, archetypes tell us that we have moved absolutely nowhere as far as creativity goes since the dawn of civilization, but we also are extremely gullible creatures with poor attention spans. I wonder what day two will give us. Stayed tuned. For more fun. Yep.
DAY TWO:
As anticipated, day two was just as fun as day one, as I'm sure it will be just as good as day three, and so on and forever. Today was so fun, in fact, that I seem to have forgotten the exact color and fabric of Mr. Masson's choice of fine button-down shirt today, but I'm certain it went with his eyes just as well as peanut-butter and chocolate (with each other, not Masson's eyes). Today we chose our archetypes, or in some cases, watched as others chose our archetypes, then settled for a not-as-cool second or third choices. We all scrambled for sticky notes with numbers scrawled on them, and got to choose in the order or the numbers we received (I swear some of you peeked, you dishonest sneaks). My partner wasn't here today, so I was charged with the duty to try and get one of our primary, or maybe secondary, or maybe even tertiary choices. Naturally, I failed. Miserably. Mr. Masson then brought us into the world of our next movie, Casablanca. I must be the only loser never to have seen it, so I'm quite excited. First we learned about some crazy thing spawned from the mind of Alfred Hitchcock, called the McGuffin. While it may sound like a tasty calorie bomb, or a character from Superbad, or a crazy old Scottish man, It's basically just the main object of conflict and desire between the two opposing forces in a movie. We also got a little bit of a history lesson, and soon discovered that the movie took place in Africa, during world war II. While world war II must have been a rather miserable thing, you have to admit, it provided a wondrous amount of material for the entertainment business. Lastly, Mr. Masson showed us his (most likely photoshopped) pictures of when he (supposedly) visited Africa. While he may not have hunted tigers or gazelle or wildebeest or meercats, he did visit the city of Casablanca, which, if Mr. Masson is to believed, possessed a pungent odor to rival that of the boy's locker room.
DAY THREE:
Whoooo! log time! My favorite time of day. I'm almost positive nobody will ever read this except for Mr. Masson, so I have half a mind to just do nothing but talk about how undeniably handsome he is. We walked into class today and what caught our shining eyes? New viewing sheets! Yeah! We all know what that means, we finally got to start Casablanca, and man did we start it. I'm going to have to say, this movie is awesome. On the official scale of awesome, it ranks somewhere between Chuck Norris and a gorilla and a shark giving each other a high five (see diagram). This movie is so great, Mr. Masson decided it didn't even have a genre, yeah you heard it, Casablance defies genre. I'm not really even just sucking up that much either. So the news is that we have a sub tomorrow. We have to make the movie work, and given our technological skills and the quality of equipment at HHS, that should take half the period. If we're even that lucky. A little reminder for those lucky fools that get to go to Woodstock, and don't have to sell their soul to "the man", remember to meet Mr. Masson at 3:45 and to BRING YOUR TICKETS.
DAY FOUR:
So today was a sad day. It turns out that, sadly, the trip to Woodstock was totally not today, it's tomorrow, which is very inconvenient for pretty much everybody was supposed to go. The class was upset. We cried, we yelled, we gave our tickets away in exasperated confusion, with our hopes crushed and our dreams shattered. Apparently the date on the ticket was messed up, which is pretty darn tricky if you ask me. It's a conspiracy. After our tears dried up (without Mr. Masson to wipe them away), we settled down to watch the movie. Casblanca's infinite awesome-tude helped cheer us up quite a bit. Mr. O was our sub, though nobody on the planet could ever truly stand in for the towering hunk of manly goodness that is Mr. Masson. That pretty much sums up the day, theres only so much one can say when you spend most of the class watching the movie, I mean I'm so not going to describe the movie, that would just be ridiculous, we're all watching the same thing. I mean I'm drawing the log out pretty thin as it is, the only point of the very sentence you are reading is to make it appear that I'm a more prolific writer than I really am, is it working? As a closing statement, I provide those of you missed Woodstock with a little something to cheer you up.
DAY FIVE:
Sadness occurs! This is the last day of my logging, until a land and time far off in the indiscernible distance, I know all you wonderful (and non-existent) readers shall miss me, as i will miss you, and dream of you every night of our separation. I pass this shiny and flaming bright and awesome internet torch unto you, my successor. Today we all hailed the return of our beloved and quite dapper English teacher, Mr. Henry J. Masson IV. Today our projector was stolen from us, under the cover of night, by a team of vandals. Unfortunately, this meant we couldn't watch our lovely movie. More Sadness occurs. However, Mr. Masson did read us an excellent story from Arabian Nights, so happiness resumed. He warned us of our infinite greed, as human beings, and especially as high school students, through the use of a this fantastic fable. We then commenced to go deeper in detail on a part of the story. We were very good at this, Mr. Masson's eyes widened as we impressed him with our skills. I was very hungry, so I commenced to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I figured that my grumbling tummy would be a greater distraction than my sandwich eating. If my sandwich eating is news to you, then it's a sign of my sneakiness. That PB&J was delicious, by the way. Later today, some of us will be going to Woodstock, because today's the real date...maybe. Because the drivers were lost in the confusion, Mr. Greenman's Mystery Machine may be used. Good luck to you all.
DAY ONE:
It's actually more like day 18 for those of you who may be more nit-picky, but for the purposes of this here weekly log, it is without a doubt day one. Today was a lovely Monday as always, we shuffled one by one into class, groaning and rubbing the immense dark black circles under our sleepy eyes, wishing we were asleep, or that we had caffeine, or that we were at least dead. Yeah. School. Of course, this was all until Mr. Masson's luscious voice rang throughout the classroom, and, while wearing a rather nice light blue polo shirt that went staggeringly well with his eyes, directed us into our earth-shattering archetype project. Archetypes pretty much just mean that for over 6000 years, the human race has only been able to come up with one story, and a handful of the same characters. So we recycle them again, and again, every time following the same basic plot-line, yet we still manage to be surprised by how these movies or stories or what-not turn out. So basically, archetypes tell us that we have moved absolutely nowhere as far as creativity goes since the dawn of civilization, but we also are extremely gullible creatures with poor attention spans. I wonder what day two will give us. Stayed tuned. For more fun. Yep.DAY TWO:
As anticipated, day two was just as fun as day one, as I'm sure it will be just as good as day three, and so on and forever. Today was so fun, in fact, that I seem to have forgotten the exact color and fabric of Mr. Masson's choice of fine button-down shirt today, but I'm certain it went with his eyes just as well as peanut-butter and chocolate (with each other, not Masson's eyes). Today we chose our archetypes, or in some cases, watched as others chose our archetypes, then settled for a not-as-cool second or third choices. We all scrambled for sticky notes with numbers scrawled on them, and got to choose in the order or the numbers we received (I swear some of you peeked, you dishonest sneaks). My partner wasn't here today, so I was charged with the duty to try and get one of our primary, or maybe secondary, or maybe even tertiary choices. Naturally, I failed. Miserably. Mr. Masson then brought us into the world of our next movie, Casablanca. I must be the only loser never to have seen it, so I'm quite excited. First we learned about some crazy thing spawned from the mind of Alfred Hitchcock, called the McGuffin. While it may sound like a tasty calorie bomb, or a character from Superbad, or a crazy old Scottish man, It's basically just the main object of conflict and desire between the two opposing forces in a movie. We also got a little bit of a history lesson, and soon discovered that the movie took place in Africa, during world war II. While world war II must have been a rather miserable thing, you have to admit, it provided a wondrous amount of material for the entertainment business. Lastly, Mr. Masson showed us his (most likely photoshopped) pictures of when he (supposedly) visited Africa. While he may not have hunted tigers or gazelle or wildebeest or meercats, he did visit the city of Casablanca, which, if Mr. Masson is to believed, possessed a pungent odor to rival that of the boy's locker room.DAY THREE:
Whoooo! log time! My favorite time of day. I'm almost positive nobody will ever read this except for Mr. Masson, so I have half a mind to just do nothing but talk about how undeniably handsome he is. We walked into class today and what caught our shining eyes? New viewing sheets! Yeah! We all know what that means, we finally got to start Casablanca, and man did we start it. I'm going to have to say, this movie is awesome. On the official scale of awesome, it ranks somewhere between Chuck Norris and a gorilla and a shark giving each other a high five (see diagram). This movie is so great, Mr. Masson decided it didn't even have a genre, yeah you heard it, Casablance defies genre. I'm not really even just sucking up that much either. So the news is that we have a sub tomorrow. We have to make the movie work, and given our technological skills and the quality of equipment at HHS, that should take half the period. If we're even that lucky. A little reminder for those lucky fools that get to go to Woodstock, and don't have to sell their soul to "the man", remember to meet Mr. Masson at 3:45 and to BRING YOUR TICKETS.DAY FOUR:
So today was a sad day. It turns out that, sadly, the trip to Woodstock was totally not today, it's tomorrow, which is very inconvenient for pretty much everybody was supposed to go. The class was upset. We cried, we yelled, we gave our tickets away in exasperated confusion, with our hopes crushed and our dreams shattered. Apparently the date on the ticket was messed up, which is pretty darn tricky if you ask me. It's a conspiracy. After our tears dried up (without Mr. Masson to wipe them away), we settled down to watch the movie. Casblanca's infinite awesome-tude helped cheer us up quite a bit. Mr. O was our sub, though nobody on the planet could ever truly stand in for the towering hunk of manly goodness that is Mr. Masson. That pretty much sums up the day, theres only so much one can say when you spend most of the class watching the movie, I mean I'm so not going to describe the movie, that would just be ridiculous, we're all watching the same thing. I mean I'm drawing the log out pretty thin as it is, the only point of the very sentence you are reading is to make it appear that I'm a more prolific writer than I really am, is it working? As a closing statement, I provide those of you missed Woodstock with a little something to cheer you up.DAY FIVE:
Sadness occurs! This is the last day of my logging, until a land and time far off in the indiscernible distance, I know all you wonderful (and non-existent) readers shall miss me, as i will miss you, and dream of you every night of our separation. I pass this shiny and flaming bright and awesome internet torch unto you, my successor. Today we all hailed the return of our beloved and quite dapper English teacher, Mr. Henry J. Masson IV. Today our projector was stolen from us, under the cover of night, by a team of vandals. Unfortunately, this meant we couldn't watch our lovely movie. More Sadness occurs. However, Mr. Masson did read us an excellent story from Arabian Nights, so happiness resumed. He warned us of our infinite greed, as human beings, and especially as high school students, through the use of a this fantastic fable. We then commenced to go deeper in detail on a part of the story. We were very good at this, Mr. Masson's eyes widened as we impressed him with our skills. I was very hungry, so I commenced to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I figured that my grumbling tummy would be a greater distraction than my sandwich eating. If my sandwich eating is news to you, then it's a sign of my sneakiness. That PB&J was delicious, by the way. Later today, some of us will be going to Woodstock, because today's the real date...maybe. Because the drivers were lost in the confusion, Mr. Greenman's Mystery Machine may be used. Good luck to you all.